July 4, 2004
Mid-weekend social update
Although it's raining cats, dogs, donkeys and elephants at the moment, the DC social scene (more specifically, my DC social scene) is in high gear. A sampling of what's going on:
Friday: 9p.m. and the Black Cat is full of cigarette-puffing underagers waiting nervously in the bar for a hardcore show backstage as the regulars try their best to ignore them. I have a New Yorker in tow who I'm trying to keep entertained. Down the drink, time to make like a tree.
Two hours later, watching the couples and groups walk in drips and drabs east on U Street from the Chi-Cha lounge, everybody wants to pay the bill with twenties -- this happens every time. Here's a hint: ask the cost of a bottle of sangria before you down three of 'em. Good stuff, expensive, but not as good as the stuff you can make at home.
Later on, we're on a stoop at M and 19th. You know the evening has taken a turn for the worse when the sun's down and you're in the Golden Triangle. The New Yorker, we'll call her "Nia," wants to say hi to someone she believes is in the Mad Hatter. But today is the big bar crawl. B&T and Interns as far as the eye can see. The bouncer won't negociate and Nia can't go in with me since I don't have the required wristband or mental deficiency required to give $20 to the buzzcutted bouncer wants to duck in for 10 minutes.
It's 1:30 a.m. and our party has somehow expanded to six very drunk people, who settle down randomly at the Townhouse Tavern next door to Cobalt. I've never been before, but it has the two things I look for in a bar these days -- a patio and a liqour license.
Saturday: Hungover? Sure, but there are out-of-towners to entertain. Off to Baltimore. Crabcakes and Natty Boh at Faidley's, snorting mildew and picking up some free Trillin, Galbraith and Updike at the Book Thing, posing for pictures outside the pier used to film Homicide, checking out the tall ships in the Inner Harbor.
Thoroughly exhausted and satiated, drinking begins anew. Listening to other people discuss their sexual perversions on the roof deck at Local 16. Four G&Ts and I'm ready to go home.
Is it possible I can do another night of this before going back to work on Tuesday?
Posted by rj3 at July 4, 2004 3:15 PM
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"You know the evening has taken a turn for the worse when the sun's down and you're in the Golden Triangle."
Truer words were never spoken. Incidentally, I love Townhouse Tavern. There's always a mix of interesting people there.
Posted by: Underused at July 4, 2004 5:24 PM
when were we on a stoop? i dont remember a stoop
Posted by: Nia at July 6, 2004 1:03 PM
We were on the stoop while you ducked in the bar.
Posted by: Randolph at July 6, 2004 1:54 PM